Who died on the wires, and hung
there, one of two —
Who for his hours of life had
chattered through
Infinite lovely chatter of Bucks
accent:
Yet faced unbroken wires;
stepped over, and went
A noble fool, faithful to his stripes
— and ended.
But I weak, hungry, and willing
only for the chance
Of line — to fight in the line, lay
down under unbroken
Wires, and saw the flashes and
kept unshaken,
Till the politest voice — a finicking
accent, said:
‘Do you think you might crawl
through there: there's a hole.'
Darkness, shot at: I smiled, as
politely replied —
‘I'm afraid not, Sir.' There was no
hole no way to be seen
Nothing but chance of death, after
tearing of clothes.
Kept flat, and watched the
darkness, hearing bullets whizzing —-
And thought of music — and
swore deep heart's oaths
(Polite to God) and retreated and
came on again,
Again retreated — a second time
faced the screen.
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it's about the obsession of cutting the enemey's barbed wire to get through and kill them, he keeps trying and failing (not giving up)it's a bit of a suicidal mission due to the outnumbering (jumping on your own into the enemey's trench)!
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can you please explain to me what this poem means and what does and thought of music- and swore deep hearts deep oaths (polite to God) and retreted and came on again....
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